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First Moloch, horrid king, besmirched in blood, Of Human sacrifice, and parent's tears, Though, for the noise of drums and timbrels loud, Their childrens' cries unheard, that passed through fire, To his grim idol.

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John Milton
Age: 65 †
Born: 1608
Born: December 9
Died: 1674
Died: November 8
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